The howling - Watain

Beneath the surface of the great primordial sea

Beyond life and death

Behind the veil of all our dreams so frail

Below the remnants and the dust of all past

The wailing of the mysteries

That caress the hearts of those who have laid them bare

Where the winds of twilight ever blow

Beneath, beyond, behind, below

In the lingering light of the primal fires

Through the din of all centuries past

A call to see, to learn, to know

So that fearless we may go

Beneath, beyond, behind, below

The howling…

Can you hear it still?

The faint echo of the great war

The spectral tremor of the giant collapse

Of the primal scream and a severed dream

The first, the last, the howling of the mother

Still wrestling, scales agleam

With the silence of the void

Howling throughout eternity

In the lingering light of the saints of fires

In their fusing of word and deed

A call to see, to learn, to know

So that eager we may go

Beneath, beyond, behind, below

Proclaimed by prophets for centuries now

The amplified rage of aeons

For eternities, in the rising seas and in their deeps

Reminding us

Where every devilchild must go

Beneath!

Beyond!

Behind!

Below!

Like the wolf unto its kin it wails

Oh, what music it makes…